Are you quite mad, Mr Wichard?
That man, Mr Boccadillo, is a cad and an absolute bounder. The last I saw of him was his back, rather early one morning, as he slipped away from the small chateau that I had booked for us to discuss the latest chapter of the book I am writing on my Great-Uncle Edgar.
I had demanded nothing other than that which a woman of my age might normally request....and the fact the he was unable to deliver is not a matter for me to discuss. The fact that he left me with a bill for champagne, oysters and some small blue tablets that I think were called Niagaras, IS a matter for some discussion.
I'm sure that nice Mr Henry wouldn't act in such a way.....nor the delicious Mr Amarko. I've a good mind to get the Buell out and ride across to sort love-rat Boccadillo out - although I suppose it might upset Mr Cloggsy if he thought TWO Buells would be there.......
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